I tried D8. It felt the same as every other D9 edible I've tried. Like normal, I got impatient, took too much, turned into a drooling zombie and passed out. Felt like a mess the next day. My tolerance is so low I go from 0 to "those drapes are suspicious" too quickly.
I drank for so long I can't deal with the idea of a drug that takes an hour to kick in.
I could be at .12 in a half an hour drinking scotch...what tf do you mean it hasn't kicked in yet. Does not compute. I do drugs because I want to be f'ed up now, not at the end of the next episode of star trek.
But I agree with TMP about motivated people. I know a highly successful friend who partakes every night. Then she gets up at 6 the next morning and goes for a run and does it all again.